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I wonder if anyone will remember these two.

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When Polly asked me to be her boyfriend I was fucking overjoyed. The hot angry red haired girl from the back of the lecture? Hell yea!

 I mean sure we’ve only talked a few times, and the most meaningful conversation of the lot was her bullying my bondage fetish out of me. So I was a bit confused by the offer, but happy nonetheless!

 I mean yea she’s a bit stand offish when you’re first getting to know her, and not really much nicer afterwards either; but she’s great. Also, did I mention kinky? That girl is something alright. Something good, something bad, hell if I know. One thing was for sure, being in bed with Polly is the wildest, and possibly best experience in my life.

Her favorite thing though is tickling. TICKLING! Weird shit at first. Personally never thought about the action in means of the bedroom, but DAMN Polly is crazy about it. Didn’t matter if she was doing it light or hard, it would mess me up.

We didn’t even get through our first date before she tied me to the driver seat of my car, arms over my head. I was completely helpless.

Like, I didn’t even know I was so ticklish. She only needed to poke my pits and I’d scream my life away. Of course Polly being some sort of sadist, that would only spur her on to carry out a full blown ten nail tickle attack. It would start easy but the grazing would keep getting a little bit more forceful. A little bit more “deliberately torturous” until I was a broken man. She’d chastise me for laughing, she’d chastise me for getting hard about being chastised. You can never see her eyes, so she’s hard to gage, but that smile says it all. It says, “You’re my bitch!”

Humiliating? Oh for sure, she only calls me “stupid” as a pet name now after that, but it was all worth it for the tickling after, in a very special place. ;)

Haha.. yea..

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Edging was another thing I had NO CLUE existed........ did you know she could take awhile.... like awhile... like a log while.......

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..... did you know I’m still waiting actually to cum from that first date???? Also every session since... we’ve been dating for 3 months now.

Haha.. yea. Polly- She-.... she likes to wait. That... that’s fine! If I feel this good before hand I can only imagine how good I’ll feel after.

.... Ok look, I know this just kinda sounds like complaining but really this stuff doesn’t bother me.

.... so it bothers me more then a bit, but shut up I’m talking.

The biggest complaint I have about this relationship though is Polly’s friend Barbie. Polly at least has the title of “girlfriend”. Barbie? She just treats me like a toy. And Polly does NOTHING a bout it. The little sadist thinks it’s funny. Plus Barbie is always quick to call “seniority”.

Barbie says she teases cause she likes me but I’m not so sure. She’s got a thing for tickling too and if I didn’t know any better I think It’s where Polly got her obsession. 

She’s worse. Much worse.

I would try to help her fill out her resumé for a new job and the entire time Barbie would just ever so softly  run her hand up my shirt and dance her black nails on my side. That alone would make me want to cry out. Now imagine that over the course of a half hour. Her just tickling away while not admitting to it. And if I walked away Polly would be mad at me for being rude. So I just had to stand there and take it like a chump.

And again, Polly doesn’t seem to care. The worst is when she leaves me tied up to her bed. They live together! Barbie walks on in wanting to ask a question and all she finds is me. 

Would you believe that’s how I met her? There I am, naked on the bed after a long session with Polly, balls bluer then the ocean. In comes this alternative shaved head bombshell, and she tickled me! She casually introduced herself while tickling my already tormented cock! She ran her nails over my mushroom head, something that made me want to jump out of my skin by the way. Yet she did it like she was shaking my hand. I had no time to recover from my scheduled ordeal with my girlfriend, I was nowhere near ready for this! I edged so many times, quick enough that she would humiliatingly refer to me as a premature ejaculator. IM NOT!

That bitch was also the one who turned Polly on to chastity. You know? Locking me up until she wants to play. Honestly at first I thought it was hot, but Barbie’s teases on top of Polly’s is enough for me to suggest castration. They’ve both started wearing no pants around the apartment and it drives me crazy. 

The worst night though was when there was nothing on tv so the punk girl occupied her night with tickling my balls while I was still in lock up. Polly was at  working so the key was out of the question. Imagine a hot girl edging you to cum with one finger while threatening the most cruel of punishments if I did so.

And it all had to be secret from Polly. Yea she knew Barbie would tickle me, but not on “her property.” I was always worried about getting caught, or cumming god forbid. All this torment would be a fun tease compared to what Polly would do if she found this out. 

Blabbing on “Cueball” was out of the question. She had all the power. I was just the plaything.

That’s why I went out with my friend tonight. Just us at the bar, he goes off to mingle and grab some drinks and I can just enjoy my night. Just some me time. That’s how it went, until my bud came back with a girl he met at the bar. It was her, Barbie.

She joked that she was here to make sure that I wasn’t getting into trouble, but under the table I could feel her boot press into my aching nuts. The pressure made me bite my lip in sexual frustration. I let her play for fifteen minutes before I dragged her outside, that was all I could take.

I asked why she was doing this to me, all I got back was a smug smile and a “Kiss my boot.” What the hell? 

I told her that’s not happening, all she did was flash the key around her neck. My key.

“That’s right. *MY* key. Thought I’d snag if for the night. Doesn’t it look pretty? All safe and sound in my cleavage. Have a look, locked cock.~”

I grunted and looked away...at first. Fuck she’s just as hot... She lightly grabbed me by the shirt and led me to the dumpster, leaning me against it.

“So when I say ‘kiss my boot’ I mean it. Looks like someone needs to be taught a lesson. Hey, what’s that special way Polly keeps you in line?”

I told her to fuck off, my face was blaring red so intimidation was out the window. Suddenly I heard a click. My cage? I’m free!?

“Now we’re going to play a little game. You’re going right in between my breasts and I’m goin to tickle that mushroom cap of yours something fierce.”

I basically pleaded at this point. There was no way I could handle something like this, not now. Pleading NOT to cum. What’s my life come too??? I told her that there was no way I was going to be able to take something like that after three months of denial. I’d cum. There wasn’t a level of skill that would stop that. 

All I got back was shocking flicks to my shaft. I grew, I couldn’t help i but to get hard. It didn’t take much more for me to be in my full desperate glory.

“You holding back is about self control, not about skill. That’s your problem not mine. Now shush up stupid. It’s time to play.~”

I begged one last time, but once those nails hit my cock understanding me was out of the window.

“That’s right. Why don’t you laugh for me, or maybe even cum?! It can be our little secret..~  It’s the least I can do after getting you so many times. All the flashings, tickles under the table, don’t forget when I edged you while on the phone with Polly. Come on!”

My mouth was wide open while her nails skittered all around my purple cock head. It was too late! OH GOD! NOT LIKE THIS!

“I-I-I-I’M CUMMING!”

Just then Barbie slipped my cock into her shirt, fucking it with her chest. She couldn’t be for real!

“Wow. You really are stupid then.... And so soon! You really are a premature ejaculator.~”

Urgh!! I’m not!!!

“You don’t even realize how bad your about to fuck up! Do you know what Polly’s gonna do when I tell her? You’ll wish she broke up with you! That cock of yours is in for a world of suffering.”

“NO! NO! PLEASE! I CAN HOLD IT BACK!!”

I was lying threw my teeth. There was no force on the planet that was going to stop what’s coming. I was fucked in every way. Barbie just rolled her eyes laughing when she heard me. Almost to prove a point she squeezed her tits together and I went off like a bomb.

I wanted to stop, but more and more would just shoot out, the waves of my orgasm hitting me like a tsunami. My body finally felt relaxed... that lasted until I looked up and saw Barbie. The photo had been snapped and sent and all I was left with was her flipping me off.

She only tsked at me and walked back into the bar, talking about how excited she was to fuck my friend now, and she did. Loud. Though honestly I couldn’t hear that well over my own plight when I got home. Tied upside down and having the top of my cock feathered for hours and hours while I told Polly how much I loved her.

And yea. Barbie did wind up STILL coming in through the night giving my cock a few tickles. Fuck my life...

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